The progress of my WiP is at a standstill. I knew something like this would happen eventually, but I was hoping it wouldn’t. The despondence that has taken over my being is increasingly maddening.
I sit here with my yWriter software open, peering at where I left off. I don’t know what to write next. It isn’t that I don’t know where the story is going because the whole thing is etched in my brain. The individual sentences refuse to travel from my head, through my fingers, onto the keyboard, therefore, showing up on the screen.
This is not writer’s block. Everything is there, right in my head. In fact, I even have some thoughts rolling around up there for future stories as well.
I don’t think it’s a case of losing my motivation either. I still want to sit in this chair and type away on what I hope will be a story of worth someday. I don’t find myself at a media site going through my streamline. TV isn’t of any interest to me. The only time I’m away from this writing is in the early morning when I go through the updates of the blogs I’m subscribed to along with other emails, when I just have to use the bathroom before I split open, and when I refill my mug or get something to eat. No, I think my motivation is still intact.
Still, all confidence concerning this stupid project of mine has vanished into oblivion. No, I’m not asking for warm fuzzys. In fact, I’d rather not have them. Anything like that would just make me feel more inept.
The last couple of weeks I’ve been working on my skills with general narrative and narrative descriptive writing. I thought that would boost my morale. The point had been to bring back to the forefront what I used to write so freely. It isn’t working out as well I hoped for. Could it be that I’m working on the wrong thing—just for right now?
Maybe I should be working on getting the characters into the story more effectively. Despite how I’ve tried to show my characters as whole people using body language, dialogue, and a little description here and there, I’m sure they’re still wooden, unfinished somehow.
Earlier today I found my way to the website, wiki How to do anything, where there was an article about developing characters. I have oodles of sites bookmarked or stashed at PearlTrees telling all about this subject. Yet, this one had the steps in a different order and the entire piece was written more like an instructor talking to students in a classroom. I found myself making mental notes so I could get started on this concept of building up and deepening my characters. Why this would have such as impact on me is a mystery.
I’m still a little in the dumps about this setback. My hopes to be writing a query letter about this time next year isn’t going to pan out, I’m afraid. I’ll be lucky if my work will be ready for professional editing by then. I’ll get over this though, just as soon as I’m back to working on the actual manuscript.
Have you ever be stuck?
Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler